I signed you up for a first shift sweep job tomorrow, so you can crawl back into QZ like nothing ever happened.”Įxcept everything has happened, at least to you. Probably going to head back here early so we get you out at curfew start. “I have to come up with a token of good faith with some Fedra fucks tonight, but I'll be fine. Tess shrugs a shoulder, not the least bit bothered. “And where are you going to be?” you ask instead, switching the subject. Shaking your head, you remove the sheet from your waist and stand, toeing your boots on. You stay purposefully ignorant to the lingering question Tess isn’t asking, not when you know your face is turning shades of a sheepish color. Body disposal.” How grave, no pun intended. “As far as I know, he took up a job early this morning. I have to let Joel know he’s putting up with you for one more night, but it seems like he’s managing it.” Congratulations, you’re a free woman.” She stops, holding up a cautionary hand. "I know, so color me shocked when he put six on the table. “Six months?” The words blurt faster than you can stop them, eyes wide. “As of four hours ago, we have a ceasefire deal for the next six months.” “And then some.” Tess drops her chin to her stacked hands at the crown of the chair’s backing. “Good thing I don’t owe you anymore though.” Her leg lifts to straddle the seat, unceremoniously flopping as she descends. The furniture drags along the floor until she can position it between the threshold separating the bedroom from the living room. You know how much I hate owing people,” Tess replies over her shoulder while her hand reaches out for the back of a dining table chair. “But you’re okay?” you ask, quickly buttoning your denim jeans while her back is turned. Albeit exhausted, she also seems pleased to say the least. Tess relents and stands to give your space out of your slumber. “Yeah, because Robert has a hard-on for being difficult.” “I am happy to see you,” you correct sharply. She pats your leg one more time from over the sheet while you scramble to sit up against the back wall. “Relax,” she interrupts, leaning in as if she holds the greatest secret in the quarantine zone. “Must’ve been one hell of a vacation, Sleeping Beauty.” “I leave for three days and suddenly you two are on a first-name basis? Damn.” Yet the longer she watches your horrified stare, the more her tiredness twists into playful intrigue. In the glow of the morning, your friend appears exhausted. Instantly your eyes snap open to see a grinning Tess at the foot of the bed. (Maybe he's tired of hiding behind walls.) While the gentle touch should startle you, you only smile against the pillow case and roll towards it. At first it feels like a mirage, but then the hand once again wiggles your leg with added pressure. Then something runs against the thin sheet - a hand - and nudges your ankle lightly in an effort to bring you back to the land of the living. A breeze billows the thin ivory curtains at the windowsill and tickles your nose. Shouts are few and far between on the quarantine zone streets below. Birds chirp blissfully in the crisp morning air. In the aftermath of a fervent night, the day arrives calm. Sunlight blasts its way through the small studio apartment by the time you stir awake. (gif by williamsmiller) Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader Word Count: 4.8K Summary: Day four, also known as the final day with Joel Warnings: SMUT! 18+! No Minors! Pre-TLOU, One Bed Trope, Age difference, Semi-Enemies to Fuckers, Angst, Sexual Tension, Dirty talk, Pet names, Touch Starved!Joel, Doggy style, Multiple positions, Nipple play, Oral (f!receiving), Oral (m!receiving), Orgasms (4), Rough sex, Spanking, Protected PiV ( Read on AO3 ) Previous Chapter / Next Chapter | Masterlist
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